Sage of Humanity-Chapter 731 - 729: The Center of Heaven and Earth

More light pillars ruptured space, bombarding the Bridging Altar above.

The massive impact swept in all directions, and even though Lu Ye and the others had left early, they were still overturned by the shockwave, with some of the pursuing Blood Race meeting their death on the spot.

Barely stabilizing his form, Lu Ye hurriedly looked up towards the altar.

What he saw made him pause in shock. freewёbnoνel.com

"How can this be?" Huang Liang's complexion changed drastically as he hovered mid-air, watching the scene unfold.

The scene before his eyes was unbelievable: the Bridging Altar constructed by the Blood Race, having lost the protection of its protective array, had withstood a coordinated attack from the spirit ships without a scratch!

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

Just moments ago, Huang Liang wholeheartedly believed that since Lu Ye had broken the protective array, the guarded Bridging Altar would surely be destroyed.

But in reality, the sturdiness of this altar was beyond imagination!

All the Soaring Dragon cultivators paying attention to the altar were at a loss for words.

"You ants... what are you hoping for?" Blood Owl's chilling voice rang out as he swept up a layer of blood light and charged at the nearest Haoran Academy cultivator.

Caught in a trance, the cultivator could not defend against Blood Owl's attack, having his chest pierced and his beating heart forcibly ripped out.

"Junior Brother Qi!" Cries of alarm sounded as over ten powerful cultivators from Haoran Academy immediately refocused their minds and attacked with their swords.

However, with a corner of the Sword Array broken and facing a powerhouse like Blood Owl, how difficult was it to stabilize their formation? In no time, the Sword Array of Haoran Academy was on the brink of collapse.

Yuen Changcun suddenly understood.

All of this was nothing but a ruse!

The reason Blood Owl and the Blood Race cultivators guarding the altar joined the battlefield so recklessly was not because the situation demanded it, nor was it due to carelessness, but because the altar itself was indestructible!

This was an altar constructed with materials the Blood Race brought from the Blood World; it was not so easily destroyed.

The existence of the protective array was one layer of security and also a guise, leading the Soaring Dragon side to mistakenly believe that destroying the protective array would allow them to destroy the altar.

In reality, the greatest despair lay after the protective array was broken.

In that moment of spiritual lapse, countless Soaring Dragon cultivators perished or were wounded. Furthermore, with the unknown big array the Blood Race had set up here, any advantage the Soaring Dragon had initially built up was now gone.

And this was not even the most despairing part.

What was even more desperate was the foreign presence coming from the Sky Ravine above the altar, where vague figures were faintly visible, moving uncertainly as if they could break through the void at any moment.

The altar was constantly pulling the Blood World closer, blurring the boundary between the Blood World and the Soaring Dragon World. Although it was impossible to completely pull the Blood World down in a short time, the next wave of Blood Race reinforcements was already prepared and would likely take little time for more Blood Race to descend upon Soaring Dragon.

If such a thing were to happen, the Soaring Dragon cultivators would be left without the strength to resist, and the only thing waiting for Soaring Dragon would be annihilation!

"Attack again!" Huang Liang roared in anger.

As his voice fell, the arrays on the spirit ships moored outside the battlefield hummed to life again, and moments later, beams of light streaked toward the Bridging Altar, striking it forcefully.

The towering altar merely swayed slightly, still completely unharmed.

The resilience of this altar exceeded the imaginations of the Soaring Dragon cultivators.

Huang Liang's eyes were filled with bloodshot veins.

This time, without his command, the third wave of coordinated attacks from the spirit ships had already arrived.

From the high altitude, bolts of lightning-like light pillars swept in at intervals, striking the altar with a grandiose force.

After such five rounds...

Finally, Huang Liang saw hope—the altar now showed clear dents and cracks where it had been struck.

The altar was indeed sturdy, but it was not indestructible; with enough force, it could still be destroyed.

However, just as hope rose in his heart once again, a series of explosive booms came from outside the battlefield.

Shocked, Huang Liang looked up to see the spirit ships blowing up one after another.

It was not that they had been destroyed by the Blood Race, but rather the arrays on the ships could no longer withstand the constant triggering of such siege-like power.

The explosions of the arrays led to the destruction of the spirit ships one by one.

"Heaven has forsaken Soaring Dragon!" Huang Liang felt as if his heart had turned to ashes, a surge of blood rising to his throat, and with a spray of blood mist, his vitality rapidly weakened.

Just when hope had arisen once more, that sliver of hope was cruelly extinguished. The repeated emotional turmoil was something even someone like Huang Liang found difficult to bear.

"Hahaha!" Blood Owl's ghastly laughter echoed as he gripped the head of a Haoran Academy sword cultivator like holding a small chicken, his mocking voice spreading across the battlefield: "I must admit, the human race of this domain is worthy of becoming our Blood Race's Blood Food; struggle all you want, for soon you won't have the opportunity!"

As he spoke, he exerted force in his hand, crushing the head of the Haoran Academy sword cultivator.

He looked up at Yuen Changcun, knowing that killing this man would completely break the troublesome Sword Array.

At this moment, Yuen Changcun was also heavily wounded, with a large indentation in his chest as if struck by a powerful punch. When Blood Owl's gaze fell on him, he distinctly felt the shroud of death looming over him.

With no thoughts of escape, Yuen Changcun simply stood his Longsword in front of him, his aura and the sword merging as one.

As a sword cultivator facing the disaster of world's end, Lu Ye had no reason to shrink back, nor was it possible for him to do so.

Death in battle here was his only choice!

As the spirit force stirred, just when the Blood Owl was about to attack, a fierce and violent aura suddenly burst forth from the direction of the altar.

It was as if an ancient ferocious beast, trapped for tens of millions of years, had suddenly broken free from its cage.

The noisy and boundless battlefield suddenly fell into a moment of quietude, whether it was the Blood Race or the humans from Soaring Dragon, both felt a spine-chilling sensation arise in their hearts.

It was as though an invisible beast crouched behind them, sticking out a long tongue and licking their necks.

The Blood Owl, which remained indifferent even when trapped within the Sword Array, finally changed its expression at this moment.

"Hmm?"

Turning its head to look in the direction of the altar, it saw that at some point, a crimson and slender figure had appeared in the sky there.

That figure was unmistakably a set of Scale Armor, about thirty feet tall, its surface covered with piece after piece of finely detailed scales, and two backward-growing bone spurs on the elbows, flashing with a cold and chilling light.

The head of the Scale Armor was angular and clearly crafted by a top master, exuding a cold metallic luster, and those red eyes on its face reflected a terrifyingly chilling light.

Rigid, wild, and fierce, the aura spread unabashedly, and for a moment, that crimson and slender figure seemed to become the center of the entire world.

"Dragon's Breath..." The Blood Owl frowned.

Coming from the Blood World, his knowledge was far broader than that of the cultivators from the Soaring Dragon World.

Soaring Dragon cultivators could only sense from that crimson and slender figure an aura so wild and overbearing that it seemed as if it would destroy everything, but the Blood Owl perceived something else.

Dragon's Breath!

It was the aura of a True Dragon!

The aura of supremacy, of soaring the skies and delving into the earth, unmatched by all!

"Scale Armor?" The Blood Owl was somewhat in turmoil.

The appearance of an object with the Dragon's Breath in such a world was already astonishing enough, although not entirely impossible, since a powerful being like a True Dragon could roam the Void and potentially appear in any domain.

What shocked him was not merely the Dragon's Breath, but the sudden appearance of that set of Scale Armor!

It was a set forged from the body of a True Dragon!

Who could have slain a dragon, and who would have been able to use the body of a True Dragon to craft such Scale Armor?

Such a treasure, let alone the mere Soaring Dragon World, even in the Blood World, was extremely rare.

This clearly wasn't something that belonged to this world; even if this world had once given birth to cultivators of the Divine Sea Realm, they had no qualification to craft such a divine object.

On the other side, Huang Liang stared blankly at the sudden appearance of the crimson figure, sighing inwardly.

Finally... he was forced to use this object.

He knew that Lu Ye had the Dragon Throne, and if his judgment was correct, that Lu Ye was the person destined to save the world from this calamity; then the Dragon Throne was the object to save the world, the means this world had against the catastrophe. Otherwise, why would the Dragon Throne appear at this time and coincidentally fall into Lu Ye's hands?

But from his standpoint, he did not wish for Lu Ye to use this object.

The end of Zhuang Bufan was vivid before him; using such a divine object, how could there be any good outcome?

However, when Soaring Dragon had exhausted all its trump cards and had no more means to confront the disaster, the Dragon Throne also became the last hope.

Therefore, he could understand Lu Ye's choice at this moment.

At the center of heaven and earth, Lu Ye, enveloped in that crimson and slender figure, felt his mind and spirit soaring without limit.

To use the Dragon Throne or not was ultimately a choice.

Having witnessed the outcome of Zhuang Bufan using the Dragon Throne, Lu Ye was well aware of the burden such a divine object could place upon himself.

But, compared to Zhuang Bufan, Lu Ye had more confidence in himself.

This confidence came from his experience while refining the Dragon Throne; the entire process was without any hindrance, smooth to the extreme, as if he was refining not a divine object but an ordinary Spiritual Artifact.

Additionally, he had always felt a mysterious affinity with the Dragon Throne.

So he had always thought, perhaps Little Miracle Healer was right.

Zhuang Bufan bore such a heavy burden and eventually perished precisely because he did not receive the Dragon Throne's approval, he could not control it, and forcibly urging the power of the Dragon Throne naturally did not bode well.

But if one could obtain the approval of the Dragon Throne, the situation might not be so dire.

Though he said that, Lu Ye didn't dare to test it lightly, so he had kept the Dragon Throne in his storage space all this time.

Until this moment!

All the spirit ships of Soaring Dragon had exploded, and there was no longer any means to threaten the Bridging Altar, under whose influence the next batch of Blood Race reinforcements could arrive at any moment.

Soaring Dragon World had been driven into a corner, indeed reaching the critical juncture that would determine life or death.

Lu Ye no longer hesitated, took out the Dragon Throne, and spurred his spirit force into it.